Wolf Poetry
Yellow Eyes
Joan L. Van Vels
We've roamed the wild country
There have been times of plenty
We've also known much hunger
And then there was our first winter
Ah my dear, sweet yellow eyes
And now you lay there dying
Helpless, I watch you struggle
The blood has now stopped flowing
And now my world is silent
Perhaps your soul has lifted
And someday I shall find you
My beautiful yellow eyes,
Side by side we've hunted
Shadows dancing on northern skies.
We were content and serene,
Peacefully sleeping
Dangers few and far between.
Ribs protruding from each side,
Mournfully we howled
When our starving cubs had died.
Romping thru the glistening snow,
Tasting each crystal snowflake
Falling gently to and fro.
I've known no greater love,
Without you, I am nothing
Our wild souls are one.
Steel jaws upon your frame,
Life's blood slowly seeping
I whimper your sweet name.
Chest heaving with labored breath,
Steel jaws clenching tighter
Winds whisper the song of death.
I know the time is near,
And you will forever leave me
My love, my life, my dear.
Your struggles now have ceased,
I lay my head upon you
And know you are at peace.
To skies where eagles soar,
And there you'll greet your brothers
To run with them forever more.
In the heaven's so far above,
And when our wild soul's unite
There'll be no greater love.
To My Mama
Linda Xavier
For Debra - In Memory of Timber
When I hear you crying softly
I didn't want to leave so soon
I don't want you to be sad for me
In fact I'm feeling right at home
It's always very quiet here
Tell Waylon and Shane Michael
Please give Jena and Sierra
I know what your doing, mom
Your plan to save the timber wolf
Now all of you get ready
When you think of me - smile,
In the middle of the night,
I want to tell you I'm o.k.
And everything's alright.
I barely got to grow,
But once my job on earth was done
I really had to go.
Cause I'm in a real nice place,
And anytime I want to
I can gaze upon your face.
Someone's always yelling no!
And if it weren't for jumping clouds
I'd have nowhere else to go.
Especially at night,
Until I burst into my wolf tune
And sing with all my might.
To listen to the wind,
Cause when the moon is full
They'll hear the cry of their old friend.
A special hug from me,
I sometimes miss those carefree days
That came so easily.
And it really makes me proud,
I get so darned excited
That I howl right out loud.
And all his family too,
Will leave a shining legacy
Of the life I shared with you.
To share a family hug,
Give dad a big wet sloppy one
While he's pinned down on the rug.
Timber Love
Timber
Shay Tankersley
For my sister Debra - In memory of Timber
Free of spirit, body and soul
In her veins ran the ultimate symbol
Her eyes held the ghost of ancestors
High upon a mountain
To her heart there was no key,
Captured by nothing, nothing at all
I wonder even by me.
Of triumph over time,
Her beauty was a picture
Of the perfect design.
That roamed before,
Strength, courage and grace
She was to the core.
She now stands so regally,
A wisp of wind, she fades away
But not from my memory.
Amber Eyes
Rebecca Dupuis
With amber eyes
he watches.
Over his pack,
his family.
Strong together
as they hunt
for survival.
With angry eyes
he sees.
Fences across land,
men with guns,
and a thrill.
He only kills
to survive.
With sad eyes
he looks.
At sharp traps,
the soft furs
of his pups.
They didn't run
to survive.
So he asks,
why did he
survive?
Waya
Dakota Storm
It is midnight... the in between time... between night and day.
The wind is warm and I hear the stream just beyond the tall grass.
You have walked ahead of me, but not too far.
You are my protector.
We stop and sit by the water’s edge.
You lay your head on my thigh and are still.
The night is ours and I stroke your soft fur...
You are my companion.
Soon you stand and walk to the edge of the water to stand on a tall rock
You raise your regal head and sing to the moon
I am awed at the beauty in your song.
You are my soul
We will walk this path together until the time the spirit world calls.
If am first I will wait for you and listen for you to call to me
And if the Creator allows, I will find you...
For you are my... forever.
Copyright Dakota Storm 3/11/04
Silent Paws
Jerri K. McCann
Silent paws trotting
Little yips go unanswered,
He sniffs the dampened ground
Oh why did he venture
His stomach is growling
He stops in his tracks
But still there’s no answer
For days now he’s traveled
Soon the soul hovers
What right does man have
The wolf is a symbol,
on a well beaten trail,
alone in the wilderness,
so young and so frail.
the moon is now his guide,
looking for ones just like him,
or have all of them just died?
and senses man everywhere,
the silence is deafening
no howls in the air.
so far from his den,
while his pack fell silent
at the hands of men?
but the hunger he’ll endure,
his pack family is out there
it’s their blood he smells for sure.
and raises his head up high,
the terror overwhelms him
as he lets out another cry.
he can’t understand why,
he’ll follow their trail
or he surely will die.
his spirit and body gone weak,
he lies down in white clover
no more energy left to speak.
over this tiny, frail pup,
whose future now will be guarded
as his soul travels up.
to take life from a living thing,
that has no way to voice its defense
against a human being?
a brother, a friend.
it’s time now for action
before his existence comes to an end.
The Cry
Karen Evans
He stands alone at the top of the hill
He had been out hunting
He wasn't gone long
The smell of man was everywhere
He sat and waited day by day
Why would man come all this way
Their territory plainly marked
The smell of chickens, cows and sheep
And so they lived a quiet life
So he could find no reason
Maybe they'd be coming back
That was many moons ago
He now knows men are murderers
And sings his mournful cry,
His mate and cubs are missing
He's not certain why.
Was gone for only a day,
And hurried back with empty jaws
So scarce now was their prey.
Eager to get home,
But the den was cold and empty
And he sensed something was wrong.
With footprints in the dirt,
And blood shed from his family
He knew they had been hurt.
With hopes they would return,
There wasn't much he could do
Except quietly sit and yearn.
To hunt and shoot them down,
To interrupt their quiet lives
When no harm had been done?
And not once did they stray,
For they would rather starve to death
Than to get in man's way.
Were so tempting at times,
But instincts warned not to hunt them
Or they would lose their lives.
Existing on small game,
Careful it was only wildlife
And nothing man had tamed.
For the blood shed on that day,
So peacefully they lived here
So far out of man's way.
His cubbies and his mate,
Wolves are mated once for life
So he would sit and wait.
And they have not come back,
But he will not stop hoping
For the reunion of his pack.
But still does not know why,
And every night he climbs his hill
And sings his mournful cry.
The Pair
Robert Ellis
Running Pair
He and she
Coats of white
They live to be
A matched set
Mates for life
Across frozen creeks
And fields of white
They fear no creature
Great or small
Side by side
They defeat them all
Love and devotion
Bonded together
in this life or the next
Always forever
Not just bodies
But hearts mated too
A pair of White Wolves
Me...........and you
Cheyenne
Marlene Elder
My best friend is truly misunderstood
My friend is mischevious; that's not just a rumor
My friend has a heart full of loyalty and love
There are times you may not see her standing there
I love to watch my friend as she runs so free
She comes from nature like the earth and wood.
All the misconceptions about her, she must defend
They can't see, she has the gentleness of the wind.
But it's only her way of showing a sense of humor.
She has love and respect for the human race
Which never seems to be returned; what a disgrace.
Her grace and beauty were gifts from above.
She loves to frolic and run just for fun
Otherwise it's shade she seeks, to be out of the sun.
But, of your presence, you can bet she is aware.
When I look into her eyes, I see age old intelligence
When others see her, in fear they wince.
Because my friend is a beautiful grey wolf, you see.
Journey To Freedom
Linda Xavier
For Debra -
In memory of Jena, Sierra, Blue & Lobo
It's been said about dogs
By picking and choosing
A dog, so they say
For Jena and Lobo
The time we shared will always
Goodbye good friends, safe journey.
Regardless of breed,
Once blood has been drawn
There's always a need.
One dog all alone
Is not likely to kill,
But, add one to another
And the chance becomes real.
One trait for another,
Mankind rejected
The gifts from our mother.
All purity was lost
In the search for perfection,
New breeds have been named
The rest face rejection.
Is the best friend man's got,
They live to love
And are easily taught.
He's a tracker, a pointer
A guard for your door,
When it seems he's given all he's got
He'll give a little more.
Sierra and Blue,
The call of the wild
Was not something new.
A life of confinement
Being chained to a tree,
Or freedom in death
With true dignity.
Be a treasure meant to keep,
A field of brilliant flowers
Growing wild for us to reap.
We will listen for your mournful song
When the wind blows in the night,
With love we will remember you...
Go softly toward the light.
Prison Bars
Karen Evans
In memory of Contessa
These prison bars I sit behind
I tried to live my master's way
I didn't mean to trash the house
And when I got to go outdoors
Uh oh, he found the hole I dug
My tail tucked between my legs
He doesn't even like the song
I'm battered, bruised and all alone
For I can't help the way I am
So, here I sit on death row
I guess I'll never understand
From which there is no escape.
Why didn't I get a second chance
But, now it is too late.
To put instincts aside.
To disobey meant punishment
And oh, how hard I tried.
I did it just for fun.
It's boring being in the house
With no place I can run.
He put me on a chain.
I'd run around in circles
Till he'd come out again.
I did it to stay cool.
He beat me with his balled up fists
Oh, why is he so cruel?
I'm so scared that I pee.
It doesn't matter what I do
He's just so hard to please.
I howl every night.
He yells "shut up", and out he comes
To start another fight.
Is this how life should be?
When all I wanted was his love
And true acceptance of me.
At times I feel so strange.
I guess I'm like my ancestors
That once had roamed the range.
Trapped behind these bars.
Soon to be a spirit
Free amongst the stars.
The punishment that he,
Gave me each and every day
For me just being me.
Unknown
Unknown
Alone, high up on a moutaintop
The Voice of One Crying in the Wilderness
Now halt your minds
Call of the Wild
He's been worshiped
He's the call of the wild
Brother to brother
You'll hear the call of the wild
Please let them hear
The Lonely Loner
Chased from the world I once shared with man
Once like the buffalo my numbers were great
They call me a predator, they don't understand
Envious of my dog cousins and his master's love
Married for life to such a beautiful mate
Now I'm truly a loner the legend is true
As your world grows and buildings get taller
The Leader of the Pack
The leader of the pack,
Looking through his eyes,
He pounces on the ice,
To be alone is what he desires,
Wolves
Drums pound as gourd rattles shake in rhythm
Tiny new lives beginning in innocence
Sleeping pups, dreaming dreams
Awaken young pups, and grow strong
For generations you kept balance among creation
You are great teachers among earth relations
They would destroy all of you and your young
You only take that which you need
You are accused of that which you do not do
These are the ones who thrill at the sound of your voice
With sage, sweetgrass, and cedar,
Remember your ancestors and all they once had
Sidanelai (we are family)
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A wolf sings of her despair
To the moon above, of a forlorn love
Her tale echos on the cold night air
With naught but the wind as a friend
To join in her sad lonely cry
Lost and alone and searching for home
The wolf and the moon in the sky
As the echoing notes die away
There comes an answering plea
To the sound turns her ear, she hears it so clear
"I'm coming, so please wait for me"
So she waits for the one who responded
And then she saw him appear
A wolf just as she, and longing to be
The one to ease all of her fear
He lifted his voice with a question
His song sweet as the croon of a dove
When she looked in his eyes, to her surprise
All she could see was his love
And so she answered his query
With her heart, her soul and her mind
Together give voice, and hope to rejoice
The wolves who are two of one kind.
John Hubbard Bidwell
and listen to their cry
From northern alters
formed of snow and ice,
Beneath celestial curtains
in their sky,
The wolves give evensong
of sacrifice.
All creatures stop-
transfixed
by somber hymns
Which rise from frozen
mountains to the stars
To one whose understanding
never dims,
Who walked with man
and also bears the scars.
The howling joins the wind
which sweeps the earth
Angelic zephyrs sing
like flute and fife
And reach the ears of one
who from his birth
Has dared deny
the sacredness of life.
This man, now trembling,
sees upon his wall
A young wolf's head he shot-
to his distress,
That prophet's head brings
judgement on us all,
Like one who also cried
in wilderness.
So listen now-
we may not have so long;
Please listen to the crying
voice and care,
And pray that we may never
end the song
Of wolves and wind
that fills the arctic air.
And he's been feared,
He's been pushed from state
to state thru the years.
But now we know him
Now we understand,
The fragile balance
Between nature and man.
with a spirit strong and true,
And each and every child
Should have the chance
To listen to the call of the wild.
Father to son,
Have told the stories
Of this nobile one.
Proud as an eagle
And free as the wind,
And you can hear him
If you only listen.
With a spirit strong and true,
And each and every child
Should have the chance
To listen to the call of the wild.
The call of the wild.
C. Blaine
Now I must seek asylum wherever I can
Blamed for so many things I've never done
They point and say "there, he's the one".
But now for some company I constantly wait
My sleep is filled with dreams of days gone by
and each morning I awake with a tear in my eye.
I'm simply a hunter with no gun in hand
I desire no trophy to hang on my wall
But just a full belly when night starts to fall.
And howling with loneliness to the Heaven's above
Though I long for a touch or a pat on the head
By nature's decision I'll have freedom instead.
Until last winter when a bullet decided her fate
The pups are all grown and gone from the den
And I'm too old and stubborn to start over again.
But forever searching for a friend like you
It's so hard to express but I'll try if I can
In your own words "hey I love you man".
My little hiding place keeps getting smaller
If you don't come to your senses sometime soon
Then who will be left to howl at the moon?
Bonnie Kriwtschenko
Strong and true
He holds his alpha head high,
Knowing another night is almost through
He lies beneath the moon,
Stares up at the sky
His dedication will always remain true.
One sees loneliness,
A soleness that no one understands,
But all accepts
In my eyes, he stands alone
He is simply God’s perfection
Yet, people still wander in his direction.
He slams at his reflection,
Why, when such beauty stands?
However, to be understood is what it requires
Let him be the King…
To lead his own ring
The leader of the pack,
Has surely earned his pride,
Let him relax, and enjoy his ride.
by 3 Hawks
with the joyous heart of Earth Mother
Spirits of Earth and Sky loudly rejoice
at birthing of new Wolf pups
their eyes closed to what might be
Gently, as the caress of a Butterfly
Wind Spirits stroke their fur
of ancestors roaming free
Prairies, mountains, valleys, and streams
were once a home they shared with all
for yours is not the path of your ancestors
No longer will you roam wild and free
upon this land that was once theirs
and of close family you lead the way
With stealthy swiftness you move
and protect your family as no other
yet many lies have been spoken of you
Each of you is a gift to all that is
yet many two leggeds would not agree
if only they could secretly find you
Wolf, you live in harmony with our Earth Mother
while two leggeds live in selfish greed
but humans would take all they can get
You are strong of mind and heart
while two leggeds are weak and ignorant of your way
but such is the way of the human
Yet, there are few two leggeds left
who fight for you and your own
and whose heart longs to see you if only for a moment
Grow strong young wolves
and pray that the ignorant attain wisdom
Native people will honor their Wolf cousins
They know of your strong medicine
and the gifts a Great Spirit has given you
while giving thanks to those who would fight for you
Walk in beauty upon the soft face of Earth Mother
and perhaps you will once again roam free
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